I was rummaging through some stuff from my mini altar in my bedroom. And yes, I have a mini altar in my room. I picked out the letters that I received from my parents, from Uncle B, from Edmund, and from a few others, during my confirmation camp. As I was reading, confirmation camp came alive for me once more. I felt as if I was there, walking through my memories and it just made me miss confirmation camp so much. It was the start of my journey with God, a journey to seek Him. My parents wrote "...HAVE FAITH for there's always something good coming out from God's plans. Pray and ask Jesus for strength and understanding and everything will be fine." Suddenly, I just feel as if I've never been alone, as though someone has always been there. God has always been there for us. Have we been there for God? When He wanted us to listen to his word, to listen for just a moment what He had to say to us? I need to listen more...

Have we ever stopped during our busy schedules, to just watch life pass us by? I know I have, and I don't want to just sit here and watch life pass me by, I want to do something! I want to lead a life that I will look back and NOT regret, a life full of purpose and meaning. And somehow, I think I'll find that in service. Be it serving Christ, or other people, just serving and I just know that I'm doing something right. Something that I can smile for. And I want to do so many things! But I guess I'll just take them on one at a time.

To Him,
I have always belonged.
I just failed to see it then,
but I see it now.